Poetry: The Monster & Me

By Monica C. Voskamp

The pain will come back you know.

The monster doesn’t leave just like that.

It will come back.

And I hope when it does

You look it in the eye

Acknowledge the immense monster it is

And cry.

 

Cry because of it’s magnitude

Cry because it doesn’t know how

To deal with the size of itself.

 

The monster is your wound

Your wound to tend

Not to burry, deny or carry.

 

Tend your wound

Be kind to all that pain

And watch that monster

Grow quiet

Then change.

 

It will change into a beautiful force,

A force that will no longer undo you

But a force that will move mountains

For you.

 

Be kind to your monster.

Welcome the pain,

It may very well be

Your greatest gain.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love.  💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@tobifeder

Poetry: ..the monsters limits..

By Monica C. Voskakmp

 

They were constricting.

Constricting faster than her heart could beat.

All this anxiety,

All this fear,

Constricting her very life beat.

 

Thoughts consuming,

Worries building.

Always ever only constricting her ability

To live, thrive and breathe.

 

Fear kept tightening its chains

Round her weary body.

Worry kept sucking the life light

Out of her soul.

 

What could she do with

Such masterminds of destruction?

How could she fight these

Monsters of demanding restriction?

 

She was weary of the fight,

Weary of the chase for greater things.

She trembled at the thought,

Perhaps the light of peace was a mere breathe,

Fading in the wind.

 

Chasing chasing, ever chasing a mind dream,

While constricting, constricting kept on happening.

 

No more fighting.

She couldn’t keep fighting,

this immense storm of insanity.

She could no longer deny

The monsters invading, overtaking.

 

Time to stop, look them in the eye

Tell them honestly who and what they are.

Tell them: they are NOT me.

 

They are NOT my masters.

They can only pretend, only threaten,

But their power is much less than she,

Their power is much less than she believed.

 

She tells herself anew,

I am me.

Perfectly flawed beautiful intelligent me.

I have a sunlight power to break free.

These monsters do not own me.

These monsters only can scare me

And lie that they are the king of me.

 

It’s time to stop resisting.

It’s time to start living

And working with every side of reality.

 

Monsters are real. Monsters can terrify.

But I am also a key part in reality.

I have the right to define

Who is me.

 

I’m am always me. Always me.

The life light in me remains far past the day I die,

My life light shines into eternity.

 

When I look here,

Into the hollow eyes of my monsters,

I look pointblank honestly.

And as I brave lock holding their eyes,

I find a new possibility.

My opportunity to see.

 

My limits are only what I choose to be.

My limits are only stopped by my own timidity.

My limits are really not limited.

My fears must be.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

 

*Photo Credit: Photo by Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash